The story behind the fraction of that shot
One of the images in my mind I miss the most. The way home after a day on the road or in the city. A ride in the tricycle to reach the outermost parts of the inhabited areas, pedicabs passing by with the typical huge water bottles. In my life, I have seen this road over and over again. With several years in between. My youngest memory is what I compare my image of today to. I don’t know why, but I really enjoy those rides. I can silently listen to the engine and stare at the landscape rushing by. If at night, glaze at stars so bright as they can only be, there.
Iloilo city, Philippines